Meet N' Greet

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||Initiating Meet and Greet. Crew members, for the sake of morale, there will be periodic meetings on the Obs Deck so that newer members of the crew can be welcomed and so the crew can communicate with one another.||

Apparently, Stacy liked to throw a party now and again.

[ooc: Anyone may start new threads here]

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[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon watches Honor rather lazily for a moment, though his expression gets more confused with the odd way she acts, until finally she speaks.

Well. Blurts. Bellows is a better word, really - as if the words carried a wall with them, Simon jumps back a bit, quite visibly jarred as he tries to right himself in the mini-mech. Boota scrambles to Simon's shoulder after having spent the last few moments holding onto the human's hair for dear life, and looks very cross about the whole ordeal.

"A-all due respect, ma'am, but...what the hell was that about?"

[herhonorness]

As Boota scrambles to Simon's shoulder, the treecat on Honor's shoulder gazes at Boota with undisguised fascination, ears twitching.

It jumps off of Honor's shoulder and onto the lip of Lagann, revealing more of it's body structure: it's like a cross between a cat and a lemur of sorts, with ringed fur, and three pairs of legs, each with articulated limbs.

The treecat stares unblinking at the pigmole.

"*Bleak?*" It finally says.

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Honor doesn't notice the above exchange, and is still intently, focused on Simon and his transport.

"Giant Robots." She says in a deadly still form of voice. "There are dozens upon dozens of them in the Hangar. Many of them extremely large. Some of them have wings and thrusters as if they're meant to fly of maneuver in space."

She pauses. "The square cube law states that an object's volume grows at a fast rate than it's surface area. And their ratio of mass to propellent capability means they should have nowhere near enough fuel to perform significant maneuvers."

Her voice raises in volume. "They're two large to swiftly walk around on the ground, and they're too small to maneuver in space! So Why the Heck Would Any Military Build These Things! And Their...Their Paint Schemes!"

Honor sets her trembling hands behind her back, and leaning forward, blurts out:

"As a Pilot Of One of These I Was Hoping You Could Explain This!"

[Yes, Honor's trying to invoke Physics! on giant robots. I should point out that her moral high ground is not very high, since the ships she commands in her own universe run off of a variety of reactionless drive designed to recreate Napoleonic naval battles...in space! Feel free to confront her with this later.]

[punchedoutdestiny]

Boota peers from the safety of Simon's collar for a few moments before taking a small leap to the rim of the mech. This thing doesn't seem hostile, so he'll investigate up close!

He gets within a foot of the treecat, then answers in a questioning tone of his own - "Bwooo?"

--

Simon stares blankly at Honor as she goes on, but his focus just kinda sliiiiiides on out when she starts talking actual science.

At least, until she asks him to explain it. Then he snaps back to reality, and scratches his head. "Well, ah. I can't speak for the others and their mechs, but Lagann here runs on burning spirit." Then he shrugs. "That's all I know as to how it works. I don't know who built it, or why - I just use it."

That Dopey Icon...Is Just Perfect!

[herhonorness]

"*Bleeegh*?" Nimitz responds, ears flicking back and forth, tail twitching.

He isn't sure what to make of the pigmole. Though he likes his shades. They've got style.

Hesitantly, he reaches out a paw.

––

Honor, meanwhile, has to lean back and stare for a moment.

"Burning Spirit?"

Does he mean some form of distilled alcohol–

No. No, of course not. He means Burning Spirit. The Blazing Magma of a Man's Soul. The Fierce Inferno of a True Warrior's Will to Fight!

In short, the sort of righteous notions the Saganami Tactical Academy had to beat with a stick out of it's more enthusiastic officer trainees.

Honor recognizes that she needs to keep an open mind: in her brief time on the ship, she's run into a human physic, several non-humans, and a tree that grows beer.

But–

"That's impossible! That's...really? I...How? How Can a Feeling Get Turned Into Power?"

Well, it's the canon reaction to science and big words!

[punchedoutdestiny]

Boota watches the paw, and creeps forward, sniffing at it a bit - it's a new smell, but not one he dislikes.

"Bwoo!" Apparently, he approves of Nimitz.

--

Simon makes an awkward face, then shrugs. "Well, if a guy I know is in those pods and ever wakes up, I'll make sure to point him at you to explain the details - I just know that at the core of it, if you've got enough determination and willpower, you can do the impossible."

YOU'RE a canon reaction to science and big words!!

[herhonorness]

Encouraged, Nimitz starts trying to pet Boota.

It's actually a strange feeling for the treecat, who usually is the one to receive pets from someone larger.

"*Bleak*!"

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Enjoy Honor's continued stare, Simon.

As a stern military officer, she's halfway tempted to dismiss Simon as a boaster or braggart with suicidal overconfidence and a fragile connection to reality (i.e. a Kamina).

But Simon's actually being pretty chill (and very polite while dealing with her frank disbelief).

Nimitz likes him and his pet.

And she can taste his emotional state at the moment: honest, kind, humble, a little meek, and with a quiet determination of a depth that makes her step back mentally...

She should keep an open mind. She's 'is' on a ship made of meat. And, she admits to herself, pondering the conundrum, it would be a marvelous thing, a universe where good people could triumph literally based on the righteousness of their hearts and the depths of their conviction...

Wait, No! Bad Honor! Bad Honor!

"But why Human Shaped Robots?" She finally says.